Yang Xiao heard Zhou Ziyu say this and gave him a somewhat surprised look.
Unexpectedly, the unremarkable young master of the Zhou Family wasn't a complete wastrel; he did have some schemes up his sleeve.
Unfortunately for Zhou Ziyu, he had encountered him.
Since he had made this trip, Zhou Ziyu's fate had already been sealed.
No matter how much Zhou Ziyu struggled, he was just a grasshopper that Yang Xiao could crush to death if he felt like lifting a finger.
Of course, that was provided Yang Xiao wasn't bothered by the trouble.
"Are you all just going to stand there? Wake that cheap woman up for this young master!"
Zhou Ziyu issued the command, and one of his lackeys immediately walked towards Zhu Li.
In his hand, he held a cup of cold water, and his method of waking Zhu Li was not hard to imagine—and certainly not gentle.
But before he could pour the cold water over Zhu Li's head, a hand appeared untraceably by his side.
